David stretched, looking over his work with . . . er, respectful silence? That was what you usually did when the you stood in the presence of the dead, after all, and his little wooden . . . thing, looked pretty dead to him.

Shaking his head, David proceeded to the cafeteria for lunch. He wondered where the others were, particularly that rather interesting guy, the dragon. He wanted to continue his chat about the 'sparring' thing.